PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
He couldn't remember how long he had been running. His lungs were burning, but he refused to stop. The chains around his ankles didn't help either. But he pushed himself to keep going. He had to keep going. He wasn't going back. He would die before he went back. Why did all of Morrowind look the same? If he were in Black Marsh, he could sink straight into the dense forest and the Dunmer would be none the wiser. But no, he was in this Hist forsaken place, running from Hist forsaken ash skins, for his Hist forsaken life. His clawed foot snagged on a Taris root and he fell forward with a grunt. He gasped and coughed, clenching his fist tight. He wouldn't go back.
"You poor thing..." He lifted his strained eyes to meet the gaze of an oddly attractive female Dunmer. She was dangerously curvy, her features soft and almost kind. But she didn't look put off by him like the other ash skins when they looked at him.
"You poor thing..." He lifted his strained eyes to meet the gaze of an oddly attractive female Dunmer. She was dangerously curvy, her features soft and almost kind. But she didn't look put off by him like the other ash skins when they looked at him.